Fall traces slide on past my windows
The chatter of the end of day
Evergreens will always be so
Until their voices pass away.
And nothing, nothing takes more notice
than statements shared, of reckless thought
But brothers, sisters, your standards broken
Allow your iron fence to rot.
And great dark skies forever stretching
Eyes settled; clouded vacant stare
and shared with tiny wobbled fledgling
Alight on maiden's face so fair.
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